DIVINE INTERVENTIONS INDEED!

Moi am the veritable busy bee. But never busy enough to say THANK YOU. I thank you all for being here...and thank Ernesto as well for my 2007 Poetry Award (grin) -- ye Divine Intervention Award:

And now, speaking of Divine Interventions and awards, among the projects on my cluttered desk is the next Meritage Press publication:

DISAPPOINTED PSALMS by Brian Clements, recipient of Meritage Press' Colombia Poetry Gift (which was co-judged with Sandy McIntosh).

Here's an excerpt from DISAPPOINTED PSALMS' book description -- hope it makes you salivate to read it in early 2008!

After years of working exclusively in the prose poem, Brian Clements shifts in Disappointed Psalms to short bursts, in turns raw and lyrical, that turn the languages of war and religion, so frequently aligned, against themselves. Combining short phrases from The Book of Psalms and catch phrases from the post-9/11 cultural reservoir with Clements's own lamentations on lost faith, these short poems and the litany that closes the book, like all the best political poems, attempt to wrest the ability to make meaning from the hands of spin doctors, liars, dissemblers, and would-be builders of empire.

May the Empire pay more attention to Justice in 2008. Peace, Peeps.

TOWARDS 21ST CENTURY DOMESTIC GODDESSNESS

Well whatdya know?! I just might join the 21st Century! Peeps -- I ADORE Moi IPhone -- I can actually figger out the dang shiny object! Here's my first ever digital camera photograph, courtesy of this Apple of Moi Eye:



which shows a corner of the kitchen in our San Francisco apartment festooned with collage/drawings from my Six Directions Project, as well as postcards from various art exhibits.

Yes, of course there are wine glasses drying on the corner. And if you don't like the color of the walls (not a fan of it, moiself), hey -- it's a rental, okay? Once I finish with the big burly men on the mountain, I might turn my scarce attention to styling the poor cousin apartment.

ME A CULPA, AWP

I've cancelled my attendance at AWP, as I will be somewhere outside the borders of the U.S.A. instead, continuing this CONJURATION....which is currently on very tricky transnational terrain...

But, hey, y'all have a good time at AWP. And be sure to stop by the Marsh Hawk Press Book Table where you can wave at my books instead of Moi. Yes, wave at them. And if you want to buck the odds, you might even buy them.

SCULPTING PARATAXIS: A POETICS

Here's an image of the sculpture-in-progress inspired by the image of Achilles and Gabriela tugging rope (see prior post):



What's shown are just the forms; equally interesting will be what Regan will end up drawing on them (click on this image for a stellar example of a snake that swallowed a woman). What's also interesting is that sculptor David Regan apparently won't be including the rope...but he is interested in the tension (the push and pull?).

One could put the finished products at either end of, say, the long dining table (or across from each other in a room) -- i.e. with much more distance between the dogs than shown above -- and yet you could "see" something between them. What you see/sense could be no longer just the rope.

So that, in a way, Regan is physically manifesting what many poets aim for in sculpting poems with caesuras, or utilizing parataxis....and what the reader then "reads" could be more than what was *intended* by the poet (or, per the sculpture, one could see/sense something in the distance between the two dogs that's no longer just the rope).

(All very didactic of Moi, I know....that's cause I'm sipping coffee instead of wine as I write this...)

POST-HOLIDAY BLATHER

One Xmas, the hubby gave me the Palm Pilot when such first arrived on the scene. I tossed that puppy right back at him. I also got a digital camera one year. Tossed that right back either. I just can't ... deal ... with technology. You Peeps are lucky I occasionally can post an image on blog, but even then that's just cause techie guru and kali gura Michelle's got moi back.

This Holiday, got an IPhone. And a miracle happened: I didn't toss that away ... because that shiny thingie is a necessary part of my next phase in life: Domestic Goddess. More on that later (and for the billions of ye who sputtered at the notion, what a waste of good wine but may your tablecloths benefit from your new Pollock-y drips). For now, let me share a gift that did cheer Moi up: a sculpture-in-progress being crafted in Montana as I write this bloggie post. Apparently, stellar artist David Regan is making a sculpture/drawing piece based on this image of when Achilles and Gabriela first met (which I am pleased to re-post since it also is one of the most popular images I've ever blogged):



I look forward to what Regan will accomplish...since he is so accomplished; other links to his works HERE and HERE and HERE.

But the problem is that the hubby, in discussing the sculpture with Regan, apparently also menched I'm a poet and sent him some of my poetry books for whatever input such might provide to the whole affair as I am the gift recipient. Now that, moi Dears, troubles me. Because when it comes to Achilles and Gabriela, I prefer the outcome to be G-rated.

And to read my poetry books is to know Moi am XXX.

Well, c'est la vie. Now, off to figger out that IPhone...so far, all I've figured out is that the pink leather case comes with a clip on...

FELIZ NAVIDAD

Love,
Achilles, Chatty One, The Hubby, Gabriela

GIFT-MAKING POETICS

Well, now. It's quite cheery going through the holiday season with a red-covered book necklace around moi neck. It's a Tiny Book of poetry and collage art, measuring 1.75 X 2.5 inches.

The book as not just a container of art and poetry but also embodying art and poetry!

AND: it is a necklace!

One of my favorite holiday gifts ever!

And from a lovely poet I've never met but who sent it along after she read my books! Lovely!

Thank you, Cynthia Marie! Poetry engenders more poetry!

RIVER VIEW RUNNETH (UNLIKE MOI MOUNTAIN VIEW)

A SHOUT-OUT, as they say, to Allen Bramhall (author of the brilliant DAYS POEM) for his review blog, The River's View.

I'm complimentary of Allen's new reviewing venture, in part because I know how much effort there is to such a venture. Por ejemplo, moi "Relished W(h)ines" List reflects, not just what I relished (which is such an abstraction, right, since I don't define "relish" here) recently in books and wines but, also the very limited time and energy I have to doing something with more depth....like Allen's River View. So Kudos.

And now, the latest installment of my own shortcut to the whole affair -- a new Relished W(h)ines Listie:

PUBLICATIONS:
ZAMBOANGUENA, poems by Corrine Fitzpatrick

THE BEGINNING AND END OF THE SNOW, poems by Yves Bonnefoy, translated by Alan Baker

SOMETHING BRIGHT, THEN HOLES, poems by Maggie Nelson

YOUR TEN FAVORITE WORDS, poems by Reb Livingston

ON STEALING LIPS, poems by Lars Palm

THE BEDSIDE GUIDE TO NO TELL MOTEL, SECOND FLOOR, poems Edited by Reb Livingston & Molly Arden

ARRIVAL AND AT MONO, poems by Stephen Motika

TOTAL IMMERSION, poems by Glenna Luschei

THE CURVATURE OF THE EARTH, poems by Gene Frumkin and Alvaro Cardona-Hine

GHOST, book art, comics and prose poem by Robert Rissman

INTERNATIONAL FEMINIST JOURNAL OF POLITICS, Vol. 9, No. 4, 2007 Special Issue on "Women and the Politics of Water", Guest Co-Edited by Paola Corso and Nandita Ghosh

MY NAME IS ESTHER CLARA, biography by Laurel Johnson

BEYOND BLACK BEAR LAKE: LIFE AT THE EDGE OF WILDERNESS, memoir by Anne LaBastille

THE LOVED DOG, dog-training book by Tamar Geller

THE SOJOURNER, novel by Marjorie Kinnans Rawling*

BEET QUEEN, novel by Louise Erdrich

TELEGRAPH DAYS, novel by Larry McMurtry

THE TIME IT NEVER RAINED, novel by Elmer Kelton

THE CALIFORNIAN, novel by Todhunter Ballard

A SUDDEN COUNTRY, novel by Karen Fisher

WINTER WHEAT, novel by Mildred Walker

A WOMAN NAMED DAMARIS, novel by Janette Oke

REKINDLED, novel by Tamara Alexander

REVEALED, novel by Tamara Alexander


WINES:
1994 San Vicente Rioja
2006 Hurley's chardonnay
1989 Luigi Einaudi Barolo
1999 Williams Selyem "Precious Mountain" Sonoma Coast1991 Ridge Geyserville
2002 Elkhorn pinot noir NV
2006 Robert Mondavi chardonnay
2005 Robert Mondavi pinot noir
1995 Paloma merlot NV

A NOTE ON ALCHEMY

from Will Alexander:

Gold
Exists
Within the verbal lands
Of kinetic explosion

Gold. Indeed.

YAY ARVIN FLORES!

So one of my favorite reasons for having literary events at art galleries is the two-fer of also seeing whatever is offered by an ongoing art exhibition (which I may not have otherwise attended). STAGE PRESENCE's launch was held at the I-Hotel's Manilatown Center which had an exhibition on "FILIPINO DIASPORA PART III: INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION" featuring Rick Rocamora, Valbuena Barent, Mel Vera Cruz, England Hidalgo, Arvin Flores and Sharon Hing. I've heard of most of these names before, and indeed am blessed with art works by Mel Vera Cruz and also have a card series by Sharon Hing which she'd created to reflect the plight of domestic workers in Hong Kong.

But Arvin Flores was new to me -- and in fact, for this particular exhibition, his work hanging there was a stand-out. Well, I'm glad to say that his piece --"Capit-sa-Talim, or the Limits of the Human Soul" -- is now part of Galatea's Art Collection. Woot!

Meanwhile, check out the exhibit if you can at this historic location, and I look forward to following up on this young artist's development over time!

RAINBOW POETICS

Been raining hard over the past couple of days, which we are welcoming around here since we need water. But it stopped raining today at 1 p.m. and then a rainbow draped itself over Galatea's mountain. Now I know where the Pot of Gold is located.

I could write a poem about it, but since I'm already sprawled among the gold, why be redundant?

Yes, I got the gold, though I'm not a "nude man." Among my specialties, after all, is debunking myths, particularly misogynist ones. Galatea walks among you now, doesn't she?

This Saturday, I pick up the mural collaboration I worked on with artist June. She did a mosaic from a poem I wrote about re-breathing life into Galatea, while turning Pymalion into stone -- obviously, your Chatelaine nixed that myth. June's mosaic will go, but of course, into the wine cellar.

Sip: the 1994 San Vicente Rioja...

MOI AS TALKING HEAD

Well, this week I'm inexplicably the Featured Poet at Poetryvlog.com, which will show a video of a reading I did during the NYC book launch for The Light....

As is the case with any video of Moi on the internet, I have no clue what it looks like since I can't access it from my mountain location that's still reliant on phone line dial-up. Also another reason why I can't do anything as brilliant as a poetry video you should see (or so I hear, since I can't access it either): brilliant Mark Young's over at The Continental Review.

But, hey, hope you enjoy moi bobbing head. And if I sound loopy, remember that WinePoetics was regalious hat eve!

WALK THE TALK

The best part about Moi Afternoon was communing with people who so manifest community activism -- from the people involved in STAGE PRESENCE to the people directing now the I-Hotel's Manilatown Center to Manong Al Robles himself to so many many many....

Beautiful People, thank you all -- you are why I am honored and glad to be a publisher of books like STAGE PRESENCE.

MOI SEZ, THE STAGE IS FOR OTHERS...AND TOI

Well, kewl. An L.M. Huggins (don't know him) left a review of STAGE PRESENCE on Amazon.com. Click on excerpt below for whole thing:

Stage Presence's ... conversations riveted me to the pages and struck a resonant chord for ethnic artists everywhere. ... Ricardo Trimillos' foreword is essential reading for gaining an understanding of the Filipino American's struggle with duality and belonging, within the American melting pot. There are always accommodations to be made and acclimation taking place, but strong connections to community is their key to survival.

And if you want to see a Mild and Meek version of the Chatelaine, take her up on your invitation to go HERE tomorrow (Saturday). Where the Chatty One will allow others to present their blather, as she mildly and meekly mans a book table. That's me, mild and meek bespectacled bookseller.

SURFIN' A COATTAIL

John Bloomberg-Rissman's NO SOUNDS OF MY OWN MAKING has been recognized by STRIDE MAGAZINE as mong the 2007 Editor's Picks for "Best of 2007"! And I preen as I snag John's coattail. How so? Because NO SOUNDS.... moi dears, is a single long poem hay(na)ku sequence.

Hay Naku! Congrats, John!

HOLIDAY POETICS

Just finished trimming a Xmas tree! Yay! Achilles next to me and Gabriela sprawled out in her Missy December pose in foregound.

If you want to know why Moi am bleary-eyed, it's because this is only one of five trees for Galatea. Yes, dears, being Chatelaine is a HUGE responsibility and conducive to bleary eyedness....even with the help of six elves, of which one is shown...

And before some of you eagle-eyed aesthetes criticize the relative paucity of ornaments at bottom of the tree, note that such was deliberately done to avoid enticing Moi two kitties, Artemis and Scarlet, from reaching up for those twinkling decorations to pull the tree down into a huge CRASH!

Speaking of aesthetics, I don't trust a tree that doesn't bend. That's why the top ornament leans (I am glad to see that Ver's tree also bends at top. Btw, Ver's family's idea of hanging stockings on the fireplace tool thingie is brilliant -- must emulate such...)

Five Xmas trees. Dang. What would the tally be if I weren't a real-life (vs blog persona-life) misanthrope?

A NEW WAY TO ERASE MOISELF

It's a relief to do something new -- not new Platonically but new for Moi. To wit, I'm starting the research into a project to translate, Spanish-to-English, the works of Venezuelan poet Hanni Ossot. Need to file here some of her linkies (which Toi might wanna check out):

http://noticias.eluniversal.com/verbigracia/memoria/N104/apertura.html

http://www.eud.com/verbigracia/memoria/N241/tercera.shtml

http://www.eud.com/verbigracia/memoria/N241/segunda.shtml

Guillermo Parra sez "Hanni Ossott (Caracas, 1946-2002) was a professor at the Escuela de Letras [School of Letters] at the Universidad Central de Venezuela. A translator of Rilke and Dickinson into Spanish and a poet of astonishing brilliance." Guillermo has translated some of Ossot's poems HERE, including this one:

Nobody

Some flowers for the table

for the earth

the opaque sky

the music



Some petals, pollen, waters

for melancholy

A desert, in back

silence, gravity

and nobody, nobody


June 1988

And that be why Moi am looking forward to erasing herself in this project!

THE POEM IS A DOG

John Bloomberg-Rissman offers another LOVELY report of this weekend's reading-performance viz a remix poem! Thanks, John. Here's an excerpt which I know will just make you want to go HERE FOR THE FULL POEM!

There is no resting place


As I watch

The poems grow legs

Walk out the door

And down the old scroll of the Boulevard

Another of our companion species

Sniffing at everything

Especially the butts of strangers

[Note: Sources: Karlheinz Stockhausen, as quoted in a Telegraph.co.uk obituary, 11 Dec 2007, i.m.; Donna Haraway, When Species Meet; John Law and Annemarie Mol, “Complexities: An Introduction”, in Complexities: Social Studies of Knowledge Practices (eds. Law and Mol), as quoted in Haraway; a slightly fanciful reconstruction of an Eileen Tabios performance I witnessed at Eastwind Books, Berkeley, 8 December 2007 (with an allusion to Manong Al Robles’ scroll thrown in)]

The Boldface in Notes be mine because Moi is bold. Actually, this sorta reminds me of that Luis Cabalquinto poem about the poem being a dog that one takes out for a walk, including for the salubrious poop on the sidewalk...

THE STAGE INVITES YOUR PRESENCE!

Dear Ones -- An Open Letter:

[Pls Forward]

Folks,
You are all invited to this historic occasion -- at a historic location!

BOOK LAUNCH!

STAGE PRESENCE, CONVERSATIONS WITH FILIPINO AMERICAN PERFORMING ARTISTS!

Saturday, December 15, 3:00PM

Manilatown Center @ the I-Hotel
868 Kearny Street, San Francisco, CA 94108

Come join the celebration for the launching of STAGE PRESENCE: CONVERSATIONS WITH FILIPINO AMERICAN PERFORMING ARTISTS, edited by Theo Gonzalves (San Francisco: Meritage Press, 2007).  This book has been nearly 7 years in the making.

The book features interviews with and essays by Eleanor Academica, Gabe Baltazar Jr., Reme Grefalda, Jessica Hagedorn, Joel Jacinto, Danongan Kalanduyan, Allan S. Manalo, Alleluia Panis, Ralph Pena and Pearl Ubungen, with a special foreword by scholar and musician Ricardo D. Trimillos.

AT THE EVENT: Meet the editor, talk with two of the book's contributor's -- Danny Kalanduyan and Pearl Ubungen -- and get a signed copy as a holiday gift!  Since this is about pinoy performance, of course there'll be some stellar presentations, with a Q&A as required.

Best,
Eileen Tabios
Publisher, Meritage Press

P.S. For those who can't attend, the book may be ordered HERE.

THE SOUND OF RIPPING PAPER...THE SOUND OF A POET RIPPING PAPER...THE SOUND OF PAPER...THE SOUND OF THE RIPPING...

Another report of this weekend's reading HERE ....

Michelle mentions my impromptu poetry performance. So in ref to it: Ripping pages from a book while the poet/puwet is in a bookstore -- interesting how thin the line between obscenity and freedom.

MOI PURSE IS BULGING

'Twas a big snailmail day today. Got mucho new review copies for Galatea Resurrects, and several look unique and muy interesante. That bit of Spanish is for the mucho Spanish titles received. Also got in the first review copy of a poetry album (by David Francis)...and a novel-in-verse (!) (by Juan Felipe Herrera). And even a Beat Thing by David Meltzer!

But lookit -- why dontcha meander over on to the list of available review copies here and consider reviewing/engaging with a title or two (or more!) for the next issue of Galatea Resurrects? Deadline is March 5 so you have time to cogitate...I won't say it's a good cause -- but I will say it's a beautiful cause.

PRAU RELEASE OFFER EXTENDED! JOIN THE JOURNEY!

Well, not only was that a standing room only crowd for this weekend's launch of Jean Vengua's PRAU but at several points people were literally peering through the windows at the fun party going on!

So many many highlights. So little time to talk about it (grin). Jean does post a report HERE.

But some fragmented recollections like --

Yay! I tore up more pages from my poetry book! "If the poetry is powerful, it'll survive the destruction of the book," I later concluded. And, later, my husband said amidst a long and long-suffering sigh, "Must you always get so dramatic?"

A fan brought me a candle in a gift bag. Tee-hee.

Michelle *nearly* sang "You are sixteen, going on seventeen..."

I hear a described computer-geek who was dragged to the reading was so inspired he bought books and now is thinking furiously about ways to be creative...

And Manong Al Robles! Whew. Unrolling a 35 or 37-year-old scroll with handwritten text and zen brushstrokes and reading from top of the scrolll to the bottom. "Nice to see that poem see daylight," he said later, as I nodded while trying to figure out how I could pick his pocket for the scroll as I just bet it's gonna be as valuable as Jack Kerouac's....

Tony Robles was hilarious, also going into his pocket to show he has a scroll -- a toilet paper roll for his cold. How refreshing (wink)! Then his Ode to Cholesterol...

Anyway, THE EVENT WAS SUCH A FUN SUCCESS (books selling like dinardaraan, yay!), that I am renewing the RELEASE SPECIAL on Jean's Book, so that you can have the rest of the year to take advantage. To wit, GO HERE for a special discounted price on Jean Vengua's PRAU!

The November 30 deadline mentioned in the link is now December 31, 2007.

Do yourself a favor and join PRAU'S gorgeous journey!

SATURDAY AFTERNOON POETRY IN BERKELEY

So I'll be HERE tomorrow.

Apparently, so will Lisa Gray-Garcia aka Tiny, author of the very moving, important and educational CRIMINAL OF POVERTY: GROWING UP HOMELESS IN AMERICA (City Lights). It'll be a pleasure and honor to meet the author of a Must-Read.

CHAINING TOI IN MOI LOVING ARMS

So far, I have seven submissions for THE CHAINED HAY(NA)KU project. But, wait, those seven poems represent about 35 poets.

Interesting statistic, eh? Including the curators, that'd be eight poems -- hay(na)ku collaborations -- by an international contingent of nearly 40 poets. Well, I suppose that could be 15 poems as one submission was of several vizpo collaborations...

Anyway, you, too, can still be part of this unique Part-ay! Deadline: Jan. 31, 2008. Please to get your INVITATION HERE!

MY FATHER'S LIGHT...IS ALSO FOR SHARING WITH YOU

K. Terumi Shorb, a multidisciplinary artist based in Austin writes about The Light.... at his BLOG WHERE HE AWAITS HIS LOTTO WINNINGS over HERE.

I still feel conflicted about, as Shorb puts it, letting my "father's time of passing become fodder for [my] art". All I can say is that I didn't write with a book in mind at the time of writing the play-by-play coverage of my father dying....it's just that, afterwards, what I'd written -- on real time as it was blogged as it was written -- spun out its own book. So I let it spin out....and glad that I did so....just this afternoon, I was driving from one spot to another as I rushed through errands and, at a stoplight, suddenly realized that my cheeks were wet: I was missing Dad so hard. I am missing Dad so so hard. I am glad I wrote a book for Dad.

And it's interesting to discover Shorb's post today. It seems synchronistic, since I somehow didn't realize until this afternoon, when my memories caught up with me, just how much Dad had done for me -- without going into details, I loathe how I couldn't realize his Goodness while he was alive.

Unlike, it seems, with me, Shorb experienced how his mother's death "marked a sudden dearth in [his] creative life." He honors me -- and my father -- by concluding his post with: "reading eileen tabios has forced me to wonder, what would happen if i just grit my teeth and walk down that path? who would i meet, and what would they say?"

Poetry as a way of life: you do it, just do it, to discover what it is you had wanted to say -- to form your life so that you can speak, and what you speak is something you want to say.

Even when you look at something you created and wish you didn't create it -- and I experience this a lot about my works -- you still, at the end of the day, do not begrudge its existence. As the saying goes: it didn't kill you, but it made you stronger.

Anyway, I can say it gladdens me that my work can so touch a reader as it did Shorb. No, I will say it gladdens me that my work can so touch a reader in this way.

Thank you, Daddy. You are like Poetry: the Gift that keeps giving.

****

Speaking of gifts, it really tickles my mom and me that Dad's face is part of this award logo that Michelle designed for (and is in) Jean's book, Prau:



Prau is, of course, what I'm giving many relatives and family acquaintances for the holidays this year. I hope it'll also tickle them that the family patriarch is hangin' out in the poetry world. And may I unsubtly suggest that you also allow Prau to guide your Holiday gift-giving -- you could do so, for instance, by picking up a signed copy in Berkeley this Saturday; details HERE.

Dad would be the first to say: read Prau because Jean's poems are very VERY special.

FREEDOM AMIDST THE FOOTNOTES

When I wrote what I call my "Footnote Poems" first published as an e-chap by Xpress(ed) and then later reprinted in that ENGLISH brick, I hadn't known of others' versions of footnote poems, of which I recently read two: Xq281 by Jennifer Martenson and THE BODY: AN ESSAY by Jennifer Boully.

I have also heard, though I haven't yet had a chance to read it (simply because I can't seem to find it/order it in the U.S. Help, anyone?) that Philippines-based poet Conchitina Cruz has written footnote poems in her collection DARK HOURS (though the only link I could find to it is a REVIEW in which her footnote poems didn't seem to garner a fan).

Footnote poems could be an interesting topic to teach -- or at least the syllabus could be interesting, anyway. Because though the form is similar -- pages mostly blank and with footnotes edging each bottom edge of the page -- the underlying poetics are different. Mine, for example, would have something to do with invisibility as a Filipino phenomenon and writing in the margins. THE BODY: AN ESSAY is presented as a challenge to "coinventional notions of plot and narrative, genre and form, theory and practice, unremittingly questioning the presumptive boundaries between reflection, imagination and experience," according to Wayne Koestenbaum who wrote the Intro. Xq281 relates to gender.

UPDATE: Ivy reminds that the fabulous Geof Huth keeps a 'One Million Footnotes' blog with these relevant notes: "Prospectus: Footnotes to a nonexistent book, a series of observations, a novel without the plot, the autobiography of an imagination, linked poetry of the everyday world, an impossible goal." And that comes with this interesting "Footnotation: There are books in which the footnotes or comments scrawled by some reader's hand in the margin are more interesting than the text. The world is one of these books." by George Santayana, philosopher (1863-1952).

If anyone has other suggestions for a Footnote Poem Syllabus, do feel free to Email Moi at GalateaTen@aol.com

Meanwhile, here are my other recent Relished W(h)ines:

PUBLICATIONS:
MANNAHATTA MAHAL: COLLECTED EXPATRIATE POEMS by Luis Cabalquinto

HUMAN SCALE, poems by Michael Kelleher

CREATION MYTHS, poems by Mathias Svalina (this chap -- pun intended -- is brilliant)

THE BOOK OF THE ROTTEN DAUGHTER, poems by Alice Friman

CHILD IN THE ROAD, poems by Cindy Savett

A FROG JUMPS IN HAIBUN JOURNAL, poems by Kathrin U. Schaeppi

EBB PORT, poems by Susana Gardner

XQ281, poem by Jennifer Martenson

THE BODY: AN ESSAY, poetry by Jenny Boully

POETRY AS INSURGENT ART by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

SKIN TAX, poems by Tim Z. Hernandez

HAPAX, poems by A.E. Stalling

TIME AND MATERIALS, poems by Robert Hass

FOR GIRLS & OTHERS, poems by Shanna Compton

DRUNK BY NOON, poems by Jennifer L. Knox

KISS ME WITH THE MOUTH OF YOUR COUNTRY, poems by Amy King

WORDS IN YOUR FACE: A GUIDED TOUR THROUGH TWENTY YEARS OF THE NEW YORK CITY POETRY SLAM by Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz

CURRENTLY WEST (featuring Andrew John Cecil, Bill Gilbert, Dean Ramos, Lisa Solomon, Roberto Salas and Yoshimi Hayashi, exhibition catalogue, Koumi Machi Kougen Museum of Art, 2007

DICTATOR STYLE: LIFESTYLES OF THE WORLD'S MOST COLORFUL DESPOTS, study of interior design (such as it is) by Peter York

CRIMINAL OF POVERTY: GROWING UP HOMELESS IN AMERICA, memoir by TINY, aka Lisa Gray-Garcia

THE JEW STORE, family memoir by Stella Suberman

SINGLE WOMAN HOMESTEADER, memoir by Leona Dixon Cox

NO TIME ON MY HANDS, memoir by Grace Snyder as told to Nellie Snyder Yost

THE WAITING CHILD: HOW THE FAITH AND LOVE OF ONE ORPHAN SAVED THE LIFE OF ANOTHER, memoir by Cindy Champnella

GAP CREEK, novel by Robert Morgan (Algonquin Hill, New York, 1999)

THE AGE OF GRIEF, novella and short stories by Jane Smiley

A WANTED MAN, novel by Lina Lael Miller


WINES:
1970 BVPR
1995 Behrens & Hitchcock cabernet NV
1996 Williams Selyem pinot noir Rochioli Vineyards
1996 Gevrey-Chambertin Vieilles Vignes Geantet-Pansiot
1990 Dom Perignon
2004 Peter Michael Mon Plasir chardonnay
1996 Jones Family cabernet
1994 Araujo Eisele Vineyard cabernet
1998 Dovinhoff Oberhauser Bruche Reisling Eiswein
2004 Red Edge shiraz Heathcote
1993 Peachy Canyon Paso Robles zinfandel Dusi Ranch
1998 Clarendon Hills shiraz Brookman Vineyard